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Название книги: Adrian Mole: Diary of a Provincial Man
Автор(ы): Sue Townsend
Жанр: Юмор
Адрес книги: http://www.6lib.ru/books/Adrian-Mole_-Diary-of-a-Provincial-Man-152140.html
Published in The GuardianDecember 4th 1999 — November 24th 2001
Adrian Mole is now aged 32
Friday, November 26, 1999, 2.30pm Wisteria Walk, Ashby-de-la-Zouch, LeicestershireI have not kept a diary since fire destroyed my house, furniture, clothes, books and life savings. The arsonist, Eleanor Flood, is residing in a secure unit, where she is doing an MA. Her dissertation is entitled “The Phoenix — Myth Or Metaphor?” I know, because she writes to me occasionally.I have protested to the authorities, but they are powerless to stop her letters, which are obviously being smuggled out by a corrupt prison warden. As I lie in bed at night, listening to the breathing of my sons, William and Glenn, in their bunk-beds only inches away from my head, I often think of Eleanor Flood, and envy her. At least she has a room of her own, and time in which to think and write.11pm Took the boys to watch Santa abseiling down the side of Debenhams in Leicester tonight on his way to his Grotto.
Название книги: Adrian Mole: Diary of a Provincial Man
Автор(ы): Sue Townsend
Жанр: Юмор
Адрес книги: http://www.6lib.ru/books/Adrian-Mole_-Diary-of-a-Provincial-Man-152140.html
Published in The GuardianDecember 4th 1999 — November 24th 2001
Adrian Mole is now aged 32
Friday, November 26, 1999, 2.30pm Wisteria Walk, Ashby-de-la-Zouch, LeicestershireI have not kept a diary since fire destroyed my house, furniture, clothes, books and life savings. The arsonist, Eleanor Flood, is residing in a secure unit, where she is doing an MA. Her dissertation is entitled “The Phoenix — Myth Or Metaphor?” I know, because she writes to me occasionally.I have protested to the authorities, but they are powerless to stop her letters, which are obviously being smuggled out by a corrupt prison warden. As I lie in bed at night, listening to the breathing of my sons, William and Glenn, in their bunk-beds only inches away from my head, I often think of Eleanor Flood, and envy her. At least she has a room of her own, and time in which to think and write.11pm Took the boys to watch Santa abseiling down the side of Debenhams in Leicester tonight on his way to his Grotto.
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